Thank you to all my girls who came to The Melting Pot last night! It was so delicious and made even better by all the great company. I must admit, I had dreams of fondue all night long. Sad, right? Or maybe just a tasty side effect. We actually had our best showing for a girls night yet- so let's keep it up! And also, thanks to all the husbands who were willing to stay home with the kiddos into the wee hours of the night. You guys are the best!Friday, January 29, 2010
Girls Night Out
Thank you to all my girls who came to The Melting Pot last night! It was so delicious and made even better by all the great company. I must admit, I had dreams of fondue all night long. Sad, right? Or maybe just a tasty side effect. We actually had our best showing for a girls night yet- so let's keep it up! And also, thanks to all the husbands who were willing to stay home with the kiddos into the wee hours of the night. You guys are the best!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Freestyle Writing
So I guess I am beyond the hope of winning anyone back who may even be reading this with a simple apology and excuses for not blogging for so long. I admit, I have a blogging problem. Step one: confession. Now, for the cure? In an effort to start my 'creative juices' flowing and hopefully jumpstart my blog posts once and for all (ha ha ha ha ha ha), I am going to try a writing exercise. The one where you just write down whatever you are thinking, even if it's completely unrelated to the topic in the sentence before. Read if you dare. If you just stop here, no one will ever know.
So what exactly is it that I've been busy with recently? I can't really think of anything significant. Is watching a lot of TV significant? I wonder if anyone has ever won an award for watching television. Are there special television critics who just watch endless amounts of media like there are food critics? If so, sign me up. Or maybe I want to be a food critic instead. Of course, then I'd have to eat all that strange stuff that is supposed to be so delicious- like some animal's tongue or claw or who knows what. Not that I'm saying I mind a little Top Chef when it comes on. Of course, now it seems that so many of those talent-based reality shows just cast to pump up their ratings. There is some number to meet in terms of race, gender, sexual preference, religious background, family members or ex partners, etc. I want 24 to come on again. It was much easier to watch on DVD- how does anyone ever wait an entire week for a show with an actual plot to see the next episode? I don't know how long I can wait. Not like I have a choice. I do have a choice about what I eat. I'm so bad about just eating what I want and not always what's best. It's nice when the two collide- like, my new favorite nighttime snack is just some romaine with mushrooms or tomatoes and a sprinkle of balsamic vinegar- but oh how often they do not. I failed to mention that my salad tonight was then followed by eating a few cookie-sized portions of cookie dough when I decided I just had to have peanut butter oatmeal cookies tonight. Not sure why I decided that, it was a new recipe I hadn't tried- I just knew it would be good. I probably shouldn't eat raw eggs as much as I do, but hey, I've never gotten sick! Yet, anyway. So if the salmonella is all over the egg shell, how many baby chickens are exposed when they hatch? Is it only a harmful disease because it's foreign to the human body? Do chicken bodies fare just fine with the stuff? I saw a show about a family with four kids who were allergic to food proteins. They all had to eat through feeding tubes. How sad would it be to never be able to eat? I wonder how skinny we all would be. Do you think anyone has ever intentionally gotten fat just to be on the Biggest Loser? I don't know how they could do it, on purpose or not. I felt the worst I ever had when I was the size of a full term pregnant woman. Pregnancy aside, I could just tell me body wasn't really meant to be that big. Thank heaven.
Oh no. I'm stuck. What do you think is the stickiest thing in the world? One of the stickiest things I've encountered recently is anything that Mason manages to get his hands on. Somehow, he can turn the most mundane things into sticky works of art. He was equally impressive at clogging the toilet with a golf ball. On Tony's watch- at least he's safe. And now we all now how to pull up a toilet. I'm sure that will be helpful in the years to come. I wonder if anyone doesn't have a crazy relative in their family somewhere. I can think of several- not to mention any names, of course. Is it really that bad, though? Would you want the crazies to just go away? Would it be too boring and 'ordinary' then? I am just not sure. One time my mom and I went to Michigan for a BYU-Marshall football bowl game. My uncle wore a shirt that said "Mormons for Marshall". I was really mad at him. I wonder if I should pick up photography. It seems interesting enough, I just don't know if I have the eye for it. Tony is pretty good, but he has to take quite a few pictures to come up with the good ones. Is that just how it is? How true is that of other things in life, I wonder. How many times do we have to try and try and try before we get a desirable result? Do we notice? Do we quit before we get there? I will say that I'm glad Tony traded in his roadbike for a camera. Now we have virtually every moment of Mason's short little life documented. I wonder how old the oldest document is right now. What kind of condition it's in. Why does the Bible start with Moses as the author? Was there not writing before then? Are those records lost, if there was? Did he just abridge some of the records that were around? How many people in the world now don't know how to write? It would be so strange to meet someone who was illiterate, especially since we take it so much for granted here. I just have a hard time picturing places where it would be a privilege. Though I know they're out there. And how lucky are they for never having to know what is written here... at least for one night ; )
So what exactly is it that I've been busy with recently? I can't really think of anything significant. Is watching a lot of TV significant? I wonder if anyone has ever won an award for watching television. Are there special television critics who just watch endless amounts of media like there are food critics? If so, sign me up. Or maybe I want to be a food critic instead. Of course, then I'd have to eat all that strange stuff that is supposed to be so delicious- like some animal's tongue or claw or who knows what. Not that I'm saying I mind a little Top Chef when it comes on. Of course, now it seems that so many of those talent-based reality shows just cast to pump up their ratings. There is some number to meet in terms of race, gender, sexual preference, religious background, family members or ex partners, etc. I want 24 to come on again. It was much easier to watch on DVD- how does anyone ever wait an entire week for a show with an actual plot to see the next episode? I don't know how long I can wait. Not like I have a choice. I do have a choice about what I eat. I'm so bad about just eating what I want and not always what's best. It's nice when the two collide- like, my new favorite nighttime snack is just some romaine with mushrooms or tomatoes and a sprinkle of balsamic vinegar- but oh how often they do not. I failed to mention that my salad tonight was then followed by eating a few cookie-sized portions of cookie dough when I decided I just had to have peanut butter oatmeal cookies tonight. Not sure why I decided that, it was a new recipe I hadn't tried- I just knew it would be good. I probably shouldn't eat raw eggs as much as I do, but hey, I've never gotten sick! Yet, anyway. So if the salmonella is all over the egg shell, how many baby chickens are exposed when they hatch? Is it only a harmful disease because it's foreign to the human body? Do chicken bodies fare just fine with the stuff? I saw a show about a family with four kids who were allergic to food proteins. They all had to eat through feeding tubes. How sad would it be to never be able to eat? I wonder how skinny we all would be. Do you think anyone has ever intentionally gotten fat just to be on the Biggest Loser? I don't know how they could do it, on purpose or not. I felt the worst I ever had when I was the size of a full term pregnant woman. Pregnancy aside, I could just tell me body wasn't really meant to be that big. Thank heaven.
Oh no. I'm stuck. What do you think is the stickiest thing in the world? One of the stickiest things I've encountered recently is anything that Mason manages to get his hands on. Somehow, he can turn the most mundane things into sticky works of art. He was equally impressive at clogging the toilet with a golf ball. On Tony's watch- at least he's safe. And now we all now how to pull up a toilet. I'm sure that will be helpful in the years to come. I wonder if anyone doesn't have a crazy relative in their family somewhere. I can think of several- not to mention any names, of course. Is it really that bad, though? Would you want the crazies to just go away? Would it be too boring and 'ordinary' then? I am just not sure. One time my mom and I went to Michigan for a BYU-Marshall football bowl game. My uncle wore a shirt that said "Mormons for Marshall". I was really mad at him. I wonder if I should pick up photography. It seems interesting enough, I just don't know if I have the eye for it. Tony is pretty good, but he has to take quite a few pictures to come up with the good ones. Is that just how it is? How true is that of other things in life, I wonder. How many times do we have to try and try and try before we get a desirable result? Do we notice? Do we quit before we get there? I will say that I'm glad Tony traded in his roadbike for a camera. Now we have virtually every moment of Mason's short little life documented. I wonder how old the oldest document is right now. What kind of condition it's in. Why does the Bible start with Moses as the author? Was there not writing before then? Are those records lost, if there was? Did he just abridge some of the records that were around? How many people in the world now don't know how to write? It would be so strange to meet someone who was illiterate, especially since we take it so much for granted here. I just have a hard time picturing places where it would be a privilege. Though I know they're out there. And how lucky are they for never having to know what is written here... at least for one night ; )
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